A New World

Let’s offer flowers, pour a cup of libation,

split open the skies and start anew on creation.

If the forces of grief invade our lovers’ veins,
cupbearer and I will wash away this temptation.

With rose water we’ll mellow crimson wine’s bitter cup;
we’ll sugar the fire to sweeten smoke’s emanation.

Take this fine lyre, musician, strike up a love song;
let’s dance, sing all night, go wild in celebration.

As dust, O West Wind, let us rise to the Heavens,
floating free in Creator’s glow of elation.

If mind desires to return while heart cries to stay,
here’s a quarrel for love’s deliberation.

Alas, these words and songs go for naught in this land;
come, Hafez, let’s create a new generation.

Hafiz (Orinial language: Persian/Farsi)
English translation: Haleh Pourafzal and Roger Montgomery

Source: dotchuoinon.com